Current mood:

disappointed

"You know, Mr. Bernstein, if I hadn't been very rich, I might have been a really great man."
I tend to attribute a fragility to those around me that is, in fact, all mine. The truth is that I am a coward: I live in terror of making the wrong decision and wind up not making any decisions. However, when I do make a decision, it is usually inspired more by anger and a desire to lighten the pressure.

My father's family, of which I've seen and heard from more than I'd like to lately, have a tremendous ability to make me feel like an adolescent; and the truth is that, financially at least, I am. I was raised with no practical abilities whatsoever (over the last few years I have acquired a few), and am overly fond of luxury.

Of course, these are all excuses. The truth is that, if I wanted to, I could cut it all off. If I really wanted to, I'd get rid of all my bad habits and become the person I should be, the person the cat-girl thinks I am.

It's time for decisions.